Forward Into Danger

Journey's Close

Since the temple river travel was calm until we came to a split. Ugly and the halfling agreed that it was best to run the gambit of bandits and then across the sundered on foot opposed to taking the boat clear to the sea. Not half a day from the river’s fork we came across an area set by the river bandits as an obvious trap including a series of crude catapults and a small dwarven ballista. Ugly is proving his worth, while not the most conventional of spells he used a web to seal an entire longboat of raiders and swarms of bats to run off more of the river folk. Wade and myself were able to overtake and keep the ballista, and while it is not going to do us much good we should be able to line our pockets trading it to the contingent from Blacker’s Hill.

We parted ways with what little wealth that Blacker’s Hill could pay and a rather substantial debt of goods to be paid to us on our arrival at Blacker’s Hill, when ever that may be.

While it is tedious, I am listening to Ugly more and leading the conversation to plants and animals in hopes to gain knowledge of what plants can be used to help disable foes. When we arrive at the dwarven city I plan on taking a small detour to a less then reputable alchemist who will part with some knowledge for a price, a few books with recipes and techniques.

Alden has once again made mention of creating his team and our roles in it, I am not sure if he realizes that our contract with him expires at the city gates of Gossad (though if he feels the need to put us up for a few nights, host some parties or pay our tabs a few more days in his company may occur). Perhaps life on the sea could bring some good fortune, I have learned a bit from Kamen, and while I am no sailor I am sure my skills could get me onto one of the Emperer’s ships with little problem, but I will need a new name and identity to enlist with.

Missive To Auric IV

We’ve finished our journey with the Rathan contingent. Humans can be ruthless negotiators — they deftly manipulated the halfling into taking point on the river, exploiting the tiny man’s insatiable need to prove his mettle. No doubt, they were hoping to use our corpses as a crude signal flare that danger was ahead. I’d respect their gamesmanship more were it not me and Caw’s necks on the line.

The human wizard assigned our boat a company of rowers — the perfect opportunity to ingratiate myself amongst the soldiers! And, what better way to befriend the lot than with the gift of knowledge. Tradesmen love constructive criticism. I’ve found that the humans have a wide array of trade skills that would be foreign to the elves. Men like this have chosen to specialize in truly menial labor: boat rowers, fecal scoopers, donkey management, heavy object lifters, vegetable pullers. I took my time, adjusting their rowing motions and maximizing the efficiency of their breathing cycles; no doubt they’ll be using my notes for the rest of their careers. Needless to say, my plan worked flawlessly. It can be hard finding time to collect one’s thoughts in an impromptu camp but I watched the rowers speak to the other soldiers before dinner. Everywhere I sat, the men would clear out and leave me to my studies. Manners here are not totally dead as Meriwen had predicted.

I’m becoming more suspicious of the other Elf by the day. He has divined my new hiding place (I can feel his eyes about my boot with every step). That’s irksome enough, but when we stumbled into a cursed temple of the Dark Six, he seemed quite at home. Even I struggled to read the obscure runes, but he rattled them off as comfortably as any toddler would their fifth language. There’s nothing I can do about that for now other than to keep a close eye on him, lest he sacrifice me in my sleep! But, for the gold, I’ve fashioned a sort of pack around my waist, where I can obscure my money below my robes. I call it a “Pack of Fanny" and it’s really quite handsome.

Of course, we happened upon multiple altercations, as this petulant land is a constant orgy of violence. Nothing much to report, we slew 30-odd men men at a camp, though we really just saved their livers the trouble. By the planes, I even saw ANOTHER human pass out drunk while manning a siege weapon! Perhaps their high wizards should spend some time working on using Discern Location (Cranium) and Discern Location (Buttocks) to see if they can tell the difference. There were some giant crocodiles, a couple planer creatures and a half-dozen ghosts at some point — really nothing to write home about.

We’re approaching one of the larger cities. I look to report back more soon.

- U

And the Pendulum Swings

We started early in the evening leaving the slaver’s armed village due to Alden’s excited firing of a flair into the air (while I did not see it as I was down on the corner of the wall, nearly everyone else within ten leagues did). While we did not make to much headway that evening, we made it up around the bend putting at least a few miles between us and the now burning fort. In the morning we took lead boat, placing ourselves around 2 hours ahead of the main flotilla and unfortunately our first full day on the river was not without commotion (nor is my handling of nets the best, I believe I will not take up fisherman as my next life choice). While performing repairs to the leaks in our boat, a trio of creatures who were born on the bayou attacked us, and while I have seen the occasional gator never ones 15 feet long before. Wade was able to dispatch the beasts fairly quickly with Ugly’s help (he seems to have an item that can cast enlarge much faster than normal) and in little time the green river was red and we had acquired a large portion of meat for the group. As we made camp for two days (our boat was not the only one to be questionable on either its original construction or regular upkeep) I met with a woman who I can only assume is the matron of this group, a prideful women aptly called proud Mary who informed me that one of the younger women in the company had taken a fancy to me. While it was adorable that this young girl (if she were past her 15th year I would be surprised) infatuation is flattering, I decided I should end it sooner rather then let it fester, so I approached miss Susie Q to put a quick end to her wistful thoughts (unfortunately acting slightly gruff and surly only seemed to encourage her, I am not familiar with the clanless culture and I may have aggravated the situation).

After being in camp and extra day our travelin band set off early and made excellent time. While I am not one for portents and omens, I overheard one of the rowers with us talking about being wary for the next few days as a bad moon was rising, and only a few hours later Ugly spotted what looked to be an abandoned temple. While I had not seen any villages or even other people yet, I asked the rowers if anyone lived in this swamp (to try and figure out who build this temple) but i was informed that the only village was Lodi and that was over a thirty (three tens as the rower said) miles away. I scouted the entrances and took a quick run through the jungle to make sure there was nothing else, all being clear we proceeded inside and I was able to overcome stinging nettles and a slew of magical and non-magical traps. While it was rather dark (which bothered me little) Wade (who stated “as long as I can see the light I can kill them”) while initially disoriented was able to make fast work of these gangly aberrations that, while fragile were anything but weak. The main temple room was home to a greater undead who had many horrid abilities, one of which I saw him turn his fiery gaze on Wade and mumble I put a spell on you and it seemed to drive him mad for a moment. We found a small collection of items, one of which holds a powerful enchantment, I know as Ugly declared himself the fortunate son as he examined it (I assume this is a newer excited statement from the homeland as I am not familiar with it), I will try and get my hands on it later to see what it does.

After the temple the next few days had little to note except that the starry eyed girl informed me that someday I will come for her, I hope before her young years fade that she will realize someday never comes.


Alden while a competent marksmen is terrible close up and I will try to keep him away from direct contact with future foes.

Ugly is not a necromancer, he seems to be a summoner with a dangerous curiosity that is not stemmed by things like the undead or terrible places not of our world.

Kamen is a very proficient sailor, if we take to the water in any form I am confident in his abilities, but it seems whatever ship we are one will need to keep larger stock of ales then.

The Happy Return

…the following passage is gleaned from a letter found many years later in Beaufric Rollast’s study at Blacker’s Hill

“My Dearest Wife,

I hope this letter finds you safe; we have been absent from the Hill for almost four tendays, tirelessly pursuing the slavers in posession of our kin. Karval and his boys are able trackers, but without boats we were forced to pursue them from the bank, charting their progress with information given to us by the trees along the way.

Four days ago, our path along the river led us to a wide bend nestled in a broad valley; excellent farming country should anyone ever settle here. The slavers had holed up at a place known as Tardin’s Ferry, having killed the original inhabitants some time ago, fortifying the hold and using it as a base of operations for forays into the Savage Lands, looking for small groups of homesteaders, travelers, and any others that could be subjugated, beaten, and sold into captivity further downriver.

The walls were high (surprisingly so…how could such rabble accomplish so much?), but discipline wasnt. Ulfstan was able to slip inside and locate the women and children under the cover of darkness, leading them to the safety of the boathouse just as we tore through the wall, boiling into the camp and making short work of the mostly drunk, mostly sleeping force.

As the night turned into morning, we herded them into the slave pen, taking stock of our loved ones’ current state and the supplies of the vanquished. No need to discuss THEIR fate…

Additionally, we’ll return not only with the women and children, but possibly an odd band of warriors we’ve picked up, if they’re so inclined: a frail-looking dwarf, a hideously-deformed elven wizard, an unimpressive traveler, a foolish halfling, and one of the most nondescript Rathan soldiers I’ve ever laid eyes on…

…I remember Private Neill from the last days of the Wars of Pacification; emerging from the flaming ruins of a horse barn with a raider that had been shot through the side and crawled in to hide from us. Naturally, his bleeding wound left a trail that we could follow, and when he didn’t come out the Private volunteered to go in after him.

We hanged him, of course. "

Eastern Promises of Wealth

We left Faetan early and traveled the back paths and wilds at the southern edge of the empire for four or five days (it is hard to tell where the empire ends and the clanless lands begin). Our first night both Wade and Alden agreed on the perfect spot to camp, one festered with giant translucent spiders, while not magic themselves definitely a remnant of some ancient wizards poor decision. Like clockwork, our next camp they choose to be high on a bluff, a perfect spot for a group of giant bats to feed off of our horses, for two supposedly seasoned travelers I am beginning to doubt some of their choices. I was able to convince the group that exploring a nearby cave was worth the small detour, while eventful with mobile carnivorous plants, I was unfortunately unable to procure a sample of their spores which are great for rendering most completely stunned (it seemed to not effect me, I can only assume that my heritage protects me from as nothing else I know would).

We are now traveling with a group from Blacker’s Hill who raided and razed another clanless settlement, it did give us a fully supplied boat, 100 miles of relatively safe traveling and a small stash that was overlooked by the raiders.


Alden must come from a very well off family, on negotiating the contract he threw extra gold at us and declared he is not in this for monetary gain which only confirms my suspicion that his family is not just rich, but extremely rich and powerful in other ways.

Ugly was not fazed by the plant controlled undead, but for some reason he viewed our removing of wealth from the cave poorly as he looked disgusted by it. He is also definitely from the wealthiest of the elven families as he seems to have no concept of how the world actually works. I also took great pleasure in disguising him as a human, he was so hateful and disgusted by the entire process but kept saying things like “should’nt I have feces on me” and while only a swine herd would wallow in that filth and not clean themselves I was more then happy to liberally apply what must have once been a bad patch of grass that disagreed with the moose that ate it all about him.

Field Report
Alden Piermont Abercrombie - Flight Cadet in training

The front of this slim, leather bound notebook is embossed with a stylized eagle

The first page contains a bulleted list of official credentials

Alden Piermont Abercrombie

Aerial Marine Squadron

  • Flight Cadet in training

First Royal Naval Academy of Gossud

  • First Cadet Gruadate, Officer Squire of Maritime Resource Management
  • Honorary Minor of mechanized marksmanship
  • Accelerated Naval Infantry Trainee (condensed)

The following pages are to be filled with the trainee’s final distance training report

Trainee Entry 1 – Arrival in Faetan

I have landed outside the Rathan village of Faetan – a storied hamlet if the accounts of the war I’ve read are accurate. I mean to establish a base of operations in the village and, although it is not explicitly stated in the conditions of my mission, I intend to assemble a team to accompany me on my journey. If our flight assignments have us working with a team, I should attempt to emulate those conditions in my training.

Unlike the examples the other flight cadets have set, I intend to take the path back to Gossud precisely as the eagle flies. I have not had the same military training as the other cadets, and as such I believe I have something to prove – and I mean to go above and beyond in doing so. This path will take me out of the empire, through wilderness and sundered ruin. I will need to select a team with enough experience, and no shortness of mettle, so as to not hamper the progress of my mission.

I have made the acquaintance of a dwarven artificer named Kaman. A perfectly normal dwarf if I do say so – if he can be inspired to leave his post as the village blacksmith, he would be a fine quartermaster, not to mention a sorely needed medic. By chance, he claims to know a traveling mercenary who is a rathan war veteran, currently traveling with another soldier and even an elven wizard! I should recruit them as quickly as possible.

On a side note – to endear myself to the human villagers, I’ve taken to wearing boots. They would never suffice in a flight situation, or be necessary in my homeland, but the tallfolk’s reliance on sturdy footwear has an unfortunate consequence: they litter the roads and floors with dangerous obstructions! Even Kaman’s smithy was littered with sharp slag and jagged bits of wood and metal. Also some of their rural roads are paved with splintered logs! I’ve seen game trails with safer passage. Perhaps its the increased distance between their eyes and the earth. I look forward to not requiring such restrictive footwear, but for now it will do.

Many pages follow detailing the route to be taken, maps with notes, an assessment of the teams capabilities likened to their most relevant military post, and an outline of events prior to leaving Faetan for good.

Kaman Mosin – Medic, Quartermaster
Wade Neill – Forward Infantry
Tannin Cooper – Support Infantry, Reconnaissance
Ulundo Calrissian – Arcane Offense (conjuration), Intelligence

Trainee Entry 2 – Through the clanless lands

The first leg of our journey has taken us east by south east, across the Rathan border and into the clanless lands. As I expected, we’ve encountered no shortage of dangers on our path. I’ve read of walking dead and arcane, mutated beasts, but I never expected to have to set them in my sights. Fortunately, my bolts do not discriminate, and all manner of monsters can be felled by a well placed shot. My chosen team has been most useful, I must be diligent and not allow them to do the lions share of the work lest I be accused of being carried. I have stayed ahead of the group and scouted our path, supplied them with maps, and taken first watch every night.

The night we camped upon a plateau at the behest of my council, we were attacked by large, blood sucking bats. No losses to report, although Tannin (after staying hidden for more than half the battle) accused me of putting the party in danger. Our other option, a nearby cave system, he assumed to be safer. Well, upon exploration of the cave we discovered man eating plants who were both carnivorous AND poisonous. They attacked us with a host of undead – no doubt the last group of people to take shelter in this cave.

Wade, the Rathan soldier, insists on sleeping unprepared for battle. I’ve read a lot of Rathan tactical manuals and this is never mentioned… I will keep this to myself for now, because otherwise his field experience has been a great boon. Perhaps he simply appreciates the mobility. Wade is older than I expected. Don’t most humans have families to tend to by this point in their lives? The Menhirites war-mongering must have deprived him of the opportunity.

After our detour into the cave, I insisted we continue on the journey. We discovered evidence of a settlement on the river, and planned to acquire passage up the waterway. This will no doubt place us squarely in the sundered lands.

Tannin, despite his frequent vanishing acts, is an able scout. I held post in the canopy as he scouted the settlement – he reported that the camp had been overtaken by Rathan millitia-men. Wade signaled our approach and we learned that the camp had been taken by men from Blackers Hill, a relatively new clanless settlement, because the camps previous owners had enslaved a number of their women. A tragic turn of events made right by force of arms – this is the way of things in the part of the world. I have seen myself the toll of undeserved violence on the innocent, and left behind a life of comfort to help prevent it. The men of Blackers Hill acted admirably. They offered us a ship to travel up the river – we will follow them until the northward bend in the river and then continue through the sundered.

While I was helping Kaman prepare the vessel, I noticed Ulundo trying to endear himself to one of the Blackers Hill soldiers. He carried wands so I suspect the elf takes him for a wizard. Does he not know that most humans arcane understanding would be far less than his own? They are much more practical in their approach to wizardry – they lack the long lives of the elves and simply don’t have the luxury of spending long years in academic study. To his credit, Ulundo is not a flashy wizard, and his chosen arcane specialties have been most practical. He has taken to discussing the humans shortcomings with me, perhaps because we share similar traits like pointed ears and longer lives. He’s got a lot of pride in his education and a face only a mother could love.

Wade's Log, #1

It’s high time I started keeping track of what I do. At my age, I’m liable to forget what I ate for breakfast, let alone where I laid my head a fortnight ago. I want my family to know how much I truly did to make sure they were taken care of, even as I’m so far from home.

My companions are a mixed lot, though traveling with Kamen again has been comforting. Knowing that bastard is still the same drunken, hammer swinging lunatic gives me hope for a world that seems to be changing by the minute…

And he’s the most normal of the lot!

The halfling, Alden, has the most outlandish kit I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. This certainly was not issued by any military, and most of been procured through riches or trickery. I hope for the former as he has become something of a benefactor for the party as we travel to Gossed. I feel bad for negotiating so strongly with a younger man, but for the perils we certainly will find, I will forgive myself. Though inexperienced, he’s capable when needed and surprisingly hardy. That said, I’ve had to berate him as I would a son on several occasions… the young man just doesn’t think! A signal flare after a raid?! It’s as if he INSISTS I earn every piece of gold he’s paying me with risks to my own life. To be frank, at times I feel that I am too old for this… well, this shit.

The spell caster we’ve found, Ulundo, is odd, and talks much. I feel as if he looks down upon the rest of the party for lack of intellect, though from what I’ve seen in combat, he’s earned his right to raise his nose at us. I learned long ago wizards are worth protecting (though I still do not understand their insistence on never wearing a single piece of armor, as if their skin is not permeable by steel). For what it’s worth, his banter is interesting, and I prefer his inane chatter to silence. Perhaps his intellect is to combat his horrendous appearance, which is odd for one of elven descent. There are times where I find his face looks worse than a militia smells.

Also with us is a rogue, and I must say that it’s nice to have a human with me as I travel. He’s certainly crafty and while in combat he hasn’t shown absolute prowess, I feel he’s not shown us the full reach of his abilities. I can’t place it, but I get the impression that he’s not to be trifled with. This is a trait I respect, though, and it’s often the quiet ones who cause the most harm when pushed. He also has a way of always sneaking up on me. I pride myself on having sharp eyes and ears (especially in the trees), but perhaps I’m really getting old…

In the past two weeks, we’ve encountered translucent spiders, giant bats, angry plants and the undead. For several days after those fights, I felt my mind slow for the first time in my life. I just couldn’t sort out my normal tasks, and to be honest, it was more disheartening than the ghoul fever (a story for another time) I picked up previously.

We’re now traveling by river with a group from Blacker’s Hill, who seem trustworthy enough. Thankfully, Kamen is skilled at navigating on boats, because I am completely useless on the water. It’s my hope to cut some off the journey we currently are taking. If my mind is right, we’re very close to the border of the Sundered, a place I never have risked entering before. There’s a strange wind in the air and the sky is not itself in the distance. I feel the worst of this journey is still ahead. Worse even than being attacked while I sleep, worse even than ghoul fever, worse even than the softening of mind.

As an aside, I must find a chain or leather shirt to wear at night. It seems that the beasts of the wild are no better than the soldiers of Menhir, attacking upstanding men while they sleep. Never again do I want to be caught shirtless with only a shield. My bones can only take so much. Without Kamen’s abilities, I’d certainly have been killed on several occasions already.

Missive To Auric III

I warned you before I left that my reputation as the class jester would precede me — someone owes me 10 gold! Even in our small group, everyone is always snickering and guffawing when I speak. On more than one occasion, I’ve found myself surrounded by crowd of tavern drunkards hanging on my every word in-between bouts of uproarious laughter.

Our group has been traveling by horseback for more than a fortnight. Nothing of note happened in the “settled” lands — if you can call shanty towns with a higher population of vermin than man settled. To an outsider, this strikes me more as the land of rats with pesky human infestation. As we broke into the wilds, we’ve had to start making camp nightly. The halfling has a knack for discovering the most dangerous sites in the kingdom. Just since my last letter, we were beset upon by a pride of giant, quasi-magical spiders and (in a separate incident) a gaggle of monstrous vampire bats who nearly drained one horse like an old prune.

To his credit, the tiny halfling’s cup runeth over with tenacity and heroism. We could all learn something from his selfless bravery in battle — always prioritizing the group before the self. And, despite the fact that cruel gods have robbed the halflings of any positive physical or mental attributes, they still rise every morning and put one disgusting foot in front of the other. Perhaps food is their only pleasure, which would explain the breakfasts…

As the dotted landscape turned to forest, we stumbled on small grotto. Again, it was to my chagrin that we were not cataloging the cavern’s flora and fauna but instead ransacking any corpses we could find like savages. Within the tunnel, we found a large room that was home to an aggressive species of plant life and their zombified puppets. I get the feeling that the rest of my party is (i) mortified by the undead and (ii) disturbed that I’m not mortified. Has no one else read Glondelon’s eight volume set on undeath? It’s practically standard reading! The state of the Rathan education system is abysmal! Point in fact: After the battle with the plants, I overheard Wade (the human) counting up silver pieces: The man strained to remember what number came after 14. For gods’ sake, he hadn’t even run out of fingers and toes yet!

And the dwarf, I could waste entire quills writing about his drunken exploits. I’ve stopped counting when he’s drunk and starting counting when he’s sober. The dwarf’s god is either the Lord of Hedonism or a trickster devil who seeks to destroy the Dwarven race from within. I’d read of divine incantations to that turn water into mead, but was sure it was a joke inserted by a rogue monk. I’ll suffice it to say that a stray ember might light him up like a bearded bottle of alchemist’s fire.

As I write this, we’re traveling by raft with a large contingent of humans that we’ve stumbled upon. It’s like a staged drama, keeping track of who’s raping who and who’s killing who after the rapings. I’ve listened in on more than a few conversations among the soldiers. It sounds as if certain sections of the kingdom operate on a rape-based economy. Unsettling to say the least. There’s an elder wizard here among the rabble. I’m hoping that he can carve out enough time to take me under his wing and connect me into some important groups here for my research.

- U

Carthac's Grave

…overheard in the Wagon Wheel’s back room…

“…and I still can’t believe they actually GOT Carthac’s armor back! Worth a shiny bit it is, belonging to a blood relation of that long-disappeared Speaker of the Host. I got word from that tattooed half-elf crook; he said there was a buyer lined up and it wouldn’t hurt the Empire one damn bit. He’s helped me out of a jam or two in the last few years, so I’m inclined to take his word for it. That’ll be enough to set you and me up proper-like, after we make our way out of this here army.

Of course I’m quick to the fact that they held on to all sorts of things I don’t know about! I stressed the clerical magic, knowing THAT’S what they’d latch onto. If I know anything of Wade and Kaman, it’s that the obvious tends to hide in plain sight, far as they’re concerned.

Good men though."

Where the paved road ends

Wade was able to find the halfling that we are to escort, he seems capable for his craft but definitely comes from money, for the price of his kit you could outfit a Rathin skirmish line. With him in tow we ventured out for the grave site, which we did not make that night. I have to question the skills and ideas of both Wade and Kamen, they decided to bed us down in an old ruin, which was apparently the hunting ground for undead with tactical abilities. While I am not used to dealing with these things, it seems that an edge or point is all but worthless against walking bones. According to Kamen, these were some kind of smart skeleton and a good club or mace is needed to properly end them (it appears that holy power is also effective from the dwarves impressive ability to destroy them).

Late in the next day we located the grave site after another odd pathing choice had us bushwhacking through rough ground instead of following natural paths. Wade’s friend seemed to neglect to mention that they had fortified this position as there was a very elaborate rockfall and pit snare set up. I was able to avoid the rock fall but the pit was a concealed well (mostly by time) luckily I am still quick on my feet, but I will need to be more careful and observant in the future. I located the body which was very well preserved and brought it out. We found a few trinkets and some expensive gear, but besides a few potions and scrolls nothing super useful. On our return we spotted more undead, a savage hungry group rife with disease and the ability to paralyze with a touch. As I am still not accustomed to fighting the undead I was of little use, Komen and Wade made quick work of them but Wade seemed to contract some wrenched disease that Komen was unable to cleanse.

Upon returning Painter was a much more shrewd negotiator then I thought and with the Komen’s suggestion we let go of 2 of the magic scrolls (I was able to get an extra bit of cash for the traps though). We also paid to have Wade cured of the vile disease in which the ghouls had given him. While I have been in Rath a while, this was the first time I have witnessed their trials, which are a bit lacking in actual fairness, while the man was guilty I would fear being put into this system as it can be very one sided and circumstantial.


Ugly was very odd about reburying the body and while Kamen offered to re-intern him the elf made a big show about doing it himself with no one else around. This combined with how comfortable he was around the undead that attacked us earlier make me suspicious of his true motives (by in far my studies were brief but I saw what those drawn to necromancy were like and the potential for disaster they carried with them) and why he left and who he is still in contact with as I see him writing letters when he believes everyone distracted. His continued mannerisms around people make me think it is less about him being awkward and more that he looks down on basically everyone he sees. He was also adamant about taking as much magic and looking at all of the wealth, he is either greedy or does not trust anyone but himself to make judgements on things. It is also odd, he has started storing coins in his boot, which is obvious and looks to be somewhat discomforting as they seem not to be made for traveling and the coins rattle about to under his foot.

On Alden: The young halfling seems to be very capable, he uses a fancy gnomish multiple bow with considerable accuracy. He must come from a very well off family, no doubt they paid to have him escorted back, I wonder if this is some kind of coming of age trial we are accompanying him on. Besides a ridicules amount of odd and expensive gear he also has very accurate maps of which he made copies and additional information on the route he has selected to take. From his choice of path (straight instead of the road) I believe that this is his first time in the world, the path he has picked leads straight through clanless and sundered lands. He is enthusiastic, that comes with his extreme youth but it is refreshing, I may be able to temper it with caution and get through to the mountains with little trouble and make good gold in doing so.


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